Hell App - Chapter 128

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Eight

Bai Yan blinked at the mirror. After a few minutes, his pupils returned to normal. The blood in his eyes dispersed, revealing light gray eyes.

At this time, the sky is already bright. But because of the curtains being drawn, the room is still very dark.

Bai Yan lay back on the bed and looked at the ceiling quietly, not wanting to do anything.

He recalled the dream that had just ended, that dream was extremely false and extremely real.

In reality, he grew up next to his biological mother. Since childhood, he was surrounded by good people who showed goodwill to him and made him sick. He also met Wang Ze, a friend who made him particularly disgusting, but he was really not treated harshly.

However, the world in the dream suits his taste better than the ordinary life that makes him feel uncomfortable.

There, he no longer felt out of place, and the whole society was filled with an unusually cold atmosphere. Except for his nervous adoptive parents, everyone is selfish-there is no family relationship between parents and children, no friendship between friends, and some people are willing to make friends, but also to sell them better.

In that environment, he was just an ordinary person, comfortable as a fish in water.

Bai Yan felt deeply that he should belong to that world.

However, the dream woke up.

He should also accept reality.

After thinking about something, he suddenly felt very boring.

Bai Yan closed his eyes lazily, like a salted fish that had lost his fighting spirit, feeling that there was no goal in his future life.

He wanted to resurrect Wang Ze, but if Wang Ze was like that after he was resurrected, he might as well lie in the ashes and continue to be ashes of ignorance.

He thought about it. The so-called wish made by the app might be to swallow a person and return a ghost to him.

He has seen enough ghosts, and one more is boring.

Bai Yan lay on his back in bed until noon, and did nothing. After the hottest moment of the sun at noon, he casually ate something and rummaged in the room.

After flipping for about half an hour, he found three books and a bunch of messy small objects, all of which he had borrowed from Wang Ze and had not returned them.

If Wang Ze didn’t say it, he would not take the initiative to pay it back. Over time, he owed so much.

For Bai Yan, this couldn’t be more normal. Why should he pay back what he borrowed by his ability?

But… now these things should be returned to their original owners.

Looking at the time, it should have come when Wang Ze’s parents came home from get off work.

Bai Yan changed into thick clothes, covered herself tightly, took a black umbrella, and took a taxi to Wang Ze’s parents’ home.

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Bought some fruit at the fruit stand, Bai Yan rang the doorbell, and waited for a while outside the door, the door creaked open, and a woman with gray temples was standing at the door.

The old man is Wang Ze’s mother. Three months ago, her hair hadn’t turned white yet. She pushed her reading glasses and said gently, “Bai Yan, are you here to see Zeze? Come in.”

Zhou Mei recognized who Bai Yan was. When Wang Ze was in elementary school, he often took the boy to watch TV at home.

After junior high school, Bai Yan gradually stopped going to her house, but according to Wang Ze’s account after returning home, most of the time, they still mixed together to play.

They were inseparable until the university, and Bai Yan also attended the funeral. As a mother, Zhou Mei naturally knew that the two people had a good relationship.

Saying hello to Zhou Mei, Bai Yan stepped into the house of Wang Ze, who hadn’t been here for a long time.

After many years, Wang Ze’s home has not changed much.

He entered the room with ease and pushed open the door of Wang Ze’s room.

Wang Ze’s room was spotless, and the layout of the room was as tidy as he was.

Bai Yan put the bag full of sundries on the table, turned his head and said to Zhou Mei: “Suddenly I remembered that some things were not returned to Wang Ze, auntie, I’m here this time to return things.”

Zhou Mei looked at the bag. There were three books in the transparent plastic bag, one “The Old Man and the Sea”, one “How Steel Is Made”, and the cover of one book was suppressed by the first two books, and the title of the book could not be seen clearly. But she also had some vague impressions.

These three books are my son’s favorite books, and I have to reread them every once in a while, because my son likes to read paper books. These three books were borrowed all at once, and it took so long to return them. This young man’s memory is really bad.

Zhou Mei looked at the three books, the titles of which evoked her long memories.

Looking at his son’s best friend before his death, Zhou Mei couldn’t help but think of what happened when his son was still very young.

At that time, my son liked these books about heroes, and he couldn’t put it down.

Thinking of her son, Zhou Mei couldn’t help saying: “Do you like reading these books too? Zeze admired the characters in the books when he was young, and wanted to be like them.”

“Fortunately, it’s very interesting.” It’s just that Wang Ze likes the positive characters in the book, he likes the villain ABCD in the book that opposes the protagonist.

Zhou Mei is a middle school teacher. Wang Ze likes to read since she was a child, and she teaches by her words and deeds.

After chatting with Bai Yan for a while, Zhou Mei was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: “Recently, I always think with my husband whether there is a problem with our education, and Zeze will do this.

Sometimes… we really regret it. If we had treated Ze Zejiao a little bit selfishly and weakly, would he not rush out that day, or die at such a young age? ”

Bai Yan was silent, he was a little bit guilty of Zhou’s mother.

When he was a child, Wang Ze dragged his opinions on programs, and Zhou Mu was also an accomplice. At the request of his son, Zhou’s mother would often call his mother and let him stay at Wang Ze’s house and watch a night of legal programs, which left an extremely serious psychological shadow on his young mind.

In this regard, Bai Yan had nothing to say with Zhou Mu, or he did not dare to say anything. However, he thought in his heart that your education is of course problematic, and that Wang Ze’s death deserves it.

Sometimes when he did good things, Wang Ze would be scolded by the people who helped him. He still had a smile on his face and didn’t care at all. This kind of person was obviously mentally ill.

Bai Yan felt that in this regard, Wang Ze was purely neurotic, much more serious than his illness.

He is obviously a normal person compared to Wang Ze, who has a pit in his head!

Of course, Bai Yan thought so in his heart, but he still didn’t show it on the face. He saw the royal father sitting on the sofa and worried that the two old copyists would beat him.

The two veterans taught and educated people, and did not get down on physical exercise. I heard that Zhou Mu and the two met when they practiced Sanda. Now they are old, but they are just over fifty. Lian Po is still old and strong. He doesn’t want to challenge mixed doubles for the time being.

Seeing Zhou’s mother’s eyes were reddened, Bai Yan felt that she had finished paying her things and completed the purpose of this trip. There was nothing left to stay.

As a result, Bai Yan bid farewell to Zhou’s mother and was sent out by Zhou’s mother.

After closing the door, Zhou’s mother could no longer restrain her thinking about her son, so she cried lowly.

Except on the day of the funeral, when there were outsiders, she never wailed, nor deliberately mentioned the death of her son. She didn’t want to repeat it over and over again like Mrs. Xianglin, it would only be annoying.

Before his son was alive, he was a man who brought happiness to others. Although his departure made her and her husband grief, the two of them did not want to talk about them, so that after the death of his son, he would be talked about, and death would not be peaceful.

Uncontrollable crying sounded in the house, and for the two elderly people, it was another sleepless night.